Landing Lights Poem by William Kofoed

high up in the cold black night sky
sharp white light spears through the sky
racing towards us coming down
a quiet rushing of whispering sound

black rubber on hard asphalt rolls
with the soft rumble as it goes
lights are darkened not to be seen
stopping here within the night

with the growing roar it descends
growing closer with frightening speed
with piercing scream touching ground
quickly racing out sight

eyes not watching turned within
seeking in darkness things not to be seen
fevered need burning within
restrained within a boundary thin

tentative movements softly done
moving towards what should not be
growing passions to restrain
kept within a line so thin

rising up straddling what cannot be
trying to on both sides be
moving together growing hot
softly moaning seeking what it's not

growing pain tears within
seeking control over what now is
moving away with sobbing cry
clean the passions the burn inside

bright shiny lights show the way
for roaring noise and piercing lights
descending from darkness downward to
safety found in what may be

soft rumble's grow and light pierce
flowing moving into the night
away from here of what almost was
into the night seeking what must be